Frosty Attacked!

Well, hi there! How are you diong? Me? I'm great! Just haning out in the kitchen with Daisy. This is the cupboard that I am allowed to play in. There really isn't anything all that fun in there - just some baking trays. I like to open and shut the door. Sometimes I will put some of my stacking cups in there too.

It was a pretty uneventful week at home. I am still working on new sounds. I now call Dad "Gah". Mom is still "Ma...ma"

It is snowing today. I am excited to go sledding again. A lot of the snow melted earlier in the week. Our backyard was kind of soggy and definitely not a good place to go sledding.

I don't think that Daisy enjoys the snow as much as I do. snow means Frosty the Snowman is around. I wonder if I should capitalize "the" like The Ohio State University, you know Frosty The Snowman. Ireally like to watch my Frosty the Snowman from the sliding glass doors. He stands in the corner of our deck and is always ready to wave hello to me.

See....here is my Frosty.

I like Frosty. Frosty has an airblower in side that keeps him nice and inflated. Sometimes the snow really piles up on him and he kind of gets crumpled over. That's when Mom opens the sliding door and knocks the snow off with the stick that I carry around.

It seems like the perfectly logical thinkg to do to knock the snow off of him. But, I bet some of our neighbors are like, "Hey it's that crazy lady clubbing Frosty again! Get the kids inside!"

Did I mention that I am a really good sitter?

Dad is telling me all about his day.

Can you believe it? I have a hair berette!

Dad's friends will tell you that there's something wrong that he knew how to spell berette, but I'll give him a break.

Here are a couple of pictures of me playing around the house.

Here are some pictures of Mom, Dad, and me blowing bubbles.

See everyone next week!